Right, you have heard from the cool kids, now for the dark side.
Be careful at which time of day you post and never stray into the other fora lest you wish to lose your soul.
And as I am often told on my travels across this earth when two Welshmen get together in the same room:
You have a choice?
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Excellent choice, Tom it is.
All together now!
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green, grass of home.
The old house is still standing, tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
(When it gets to the talky bit, just whistle out of tune and scratch your bum while waving your other hand).
(Cymru am byth!)
